say that to know better the enemy you have to identify with him, act like him, think like him. I did. If there's one thing I hate when I'm on the street is the rider who crashes in the middle of the road or that suddenly pops out in front of you in the wrong direction with her beautiful smile and the iPod at full volume. For him to go against traffic is a normal thing, like getting thrills from the city streets in the middle of the lane, he can look in my face coming toward you. Accomplices
a motorcycle that left me on foot for the umpteenth time and a bus company that makes water from all sides, not to mention disgusting (ATAF), these days I'm convinced that maybe a good alternative for 8 km to the divide that could be home from work by bicycle. "Bravo Michele," I said to myself, "savings, especially do not pollute and do some 'motion to those gambucce you find yourself." Bravo Fucking. After taking a little 'confidence with Graziellina mother and having cycled for a couple of kilometers on RIGHT side of the road, I soon found cicchetucicche with the hood of a car. The return was not sure of the best: the bike path, which I pedal with my guide and all of a sudden briaca Here comes again to the first intersection point a gently caress me. The least dangerous part of riding a bicycle in Florence was crossing the track closed in Via Vittorio Emanuele, the rest pure terror. Treasures, the housewife who goes to riding around with his bags in the basket, I'll never do it. I tried to immerse myself in the enemy, but in vain. The enemy must remain so and we do not have anything to do with him, leaving him to roam around the city to observe the prohibition of access approach him while pedaling, sooner or later a truck sbucherà Coop. Pollute with the scooter? I'll go more often on foot, but then when I leave I want to be sure to return to full house!
